Living within the moment,
Seeing beyond human fear,
Where: the thing is the thing;
Joy is seeing you as who you are;
Meaning is being and angst.

Searching within and without
But not wanting anything: for,
To be is already enough living;
Desire gives harm and gift;
With the present being what exists.

Oh, to see a tree as a tree sees
Or be the river as the river flows
Or to exist as the sun’s light shines,
That must be a way to be:
Trees and rivers and the sun
Are within the movement of days
And do not wish to be a cloud.
They are never what they are not.

Human-kinds kindness hides
When the world of man speaks.
For, speaking requires we hear –
Conversation is between the living
And living fires the worst and best.

Our bodily response is our fear –
As the tree consumes water so
People consume them-selves,
Rarely finding the keys to unlock
Existence like the tree, river of sun.

In Finding the silence in the noise –
Where the tranquillity allows vision,
Which, looks within the present
And finds the truth of reality –
We are prepared, us, to exist whole
And find the timelessness within.
Then we can exist within movement
And stop being what we are not.

David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) Speak of Love: Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. STOP BEING WHAT YOU ARE NOT. Page Number 17.

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